The Distant Legend

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2026-08-18 04:23:51 -

The glass was cold. It sat on the desk in front of me, a perfect, unbroken square of light. I held it in my hands. My fingers were trembling. Not from cold. From the weight of it. It was small. Lighter than a book. But it felt heavy. Like a stone. Like a promise. I am twelve years old. My name is Arthur. I live in Oakhaven. The mill is behind our house. It runs all day. The sound is in my...

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